I am one of those bloggers

My heart is still beating. I am just one of those bloggers that stopped telling.

Because it is getting too hard. We are preoccupied with home searching and decision-making. We are overwhelmed.

We celebrated Easter. Here. I thought we would be there by now. (Not really sure where there is?) I question everyday why we are not anywhere permanent. I wonder if it is just an obvious analogy to life. You know, nothing is permanent? Am I just being taught that simple lesson? Am I being taught at all? Or am I just caught up in the unfortunate economic times?

I envision the time I will look back on this post. When I am sitting amongst my things. When my mind is at rest. I envision knowing that all along we were just doing our best.

And our best is good enough.